a little bit of rainfall <3

It’s raining (:

Every time it rains, I am entirely convinced that Jesus made it happen just for me. As much as I love the glorious sunshine, there’s just something about a steady rainfall that does wonders for my Spirit.

Earlier today I was looking out the window, gazing on the beauty of the rainfall, and I couldn’t stop thanking God for blessing me.

Of course, He’s always speaking to me.

It’s no surprise that He began to speak to me about the spiritual implications of the rain. I mean, He wanted me to know why my spirit thrives so intensely on something.

“What would happen if it never rained?” He asked.

I was overwhelmed by my own sense of urgency to answer the question and prove why rain is so wonderful.

If it never rained, the grass would never grow. In fact, it would all wither and die away. If it never rained, flowers would never bloom. Our world would lack so much beauty! If it never rained, the air could never be cleansed of all its impurities. If it never rained, seeds that were planted would never grow. If it never rained, we would never rejoice in the sun.

“Exactly,” He replied.

The smile on my face began to grow. It grew so big that it hurt. I was overcome with joy as I realized the point He was making.

If we never went through storms in life, we would never grow. Beautiful things would never bloom in our lives. If we never had to walk through the rain, we would never be cleansed.

If the rain never fell on us, we would never have a reason to be thankful for the calm sun.

In order for seeds that have been planted to be able to grow, our spirits must be watered. The Lord plants seeds in our lives. He teaches us lessons, and we say, “Hallelujah! Yes Lord!” So often, though, when the time comes for the seed to be watered, we say, “Why, Lord? I don’t want to go through something difficult.” This is entirely necessary, though, as a seed cannot grow if it is never watered.

If the Lord always taught us lessons, or planted seeds, yet we never were given the opportunity to put that lesson into practice, or let our seed grow, what would be the point?

This was beautiful. I feel the same way about rain. To rest and listen to the sweet rhythm is soothing to my heart and soul. I will never forget reading “the shack” outside in the rain. The Holy Spirit moved on me like nothing I ever experienced. I share your joy in the understanding of God’s seasons.